One of the things people, family or not, remember about my Grandpa Sid is that he always kissed on the lips. Always. It didn't matter if he had recently met you, if you had a cold, or if his mustache and cheeks were loaded with corn kernels. Grandpa Sid kissed on the lips. It seems Ella has inherited his passion for kissing. When the mood strikes Ella can't get close enough. She smashes her face into yours as tight as she can. She giggles, grabs the back of your head, and just smooshes herself all over you! You can't help but giggle back. She usually reserves these special kisses for Mike and I, but every once in a while she corners Drew...these pics document one such occasion.
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